Chapter 79

Jared turned and stalked to the west side of the deck, too fast. He bonked his head into the heavy bird feeder that dangled on fishing wire. “Shit!” Jared’s hands went to his bandage.

The bird feeder wobbled on its metal hook and spilled sunflower seeds onto the dirt. A pair of fishing cats from a cage nearby oozed closer to their fence, eyes alert. Waiting, hoping for prey

Sultan is doing the same thing out there.

Peter pushed on. “There’s more. I…” He couldn’t make himself say it. His fingers fumbled with the clipboard, snapping the metal holder up and down.

Jared turned and glared back at him, eyes hooded, shoulders squared. The sun was behind him and his hazy silhouette looked enormous. He looked almost like a stranger, his face was so set and foreign that it made Peter nervous. “I’ve got dead cats, hurt cats, and loose cats. What else do you have for me to worry about?”